Desperate Lovers

Chapter 25 I Hit It

Second floor, the Smith Family villa.

Jessica eagerly took the photos the man handed over and flipped through them one by one. She

couldn't observe anything from the first dozens, but the photos afterwards showed what James and

Angela were doing.....

Her eyes were red and she held up the photos, questioning the man, "When did this happen?

Why didn’t you tell me earlier?"

“This morning."

The man looked cautiously at the door and intended to leave as soon as possible, "If you have nothing

else, I have to go."

"It was taken this morning, but you tell me now?"

Jessica's eyes were filled with pain and anger, and if she'd gotten the message earlier, she might have

been able to stop them.

"If I tell you earlier, will you go to the Dream Club and cause trouble?"

The man rubbed his aching brow, “Miss. Jessica, if Danis finds out I help you take pictures, I will be

fired.

Don't ever call me again for such things."

He finished his sentence and rushed off, Jessica couldn't stop him.

She bit her lip when seeing the picture of James kissing Angela, her eyes watering.

James hadn't even touched her hand for two years.

But Angela had just come out and... She was not ready to accept it.

It was 9 p.m. when Angela dragged herself back to her dormitory.

But as soon as she opened the door, a shirt flew over her, right over her head.

It's the one she wore early.

"Angela, I had no idea you were so shameless."

Timothy blocked the doorway, beating her voice in mockery.

The staff dorms were close to each other. Because they were too noisy, a group of on-lookers, both

men and women, came out.

"Excuse me."

Angela looked as usual, but her slight trembling still revealed her real emotions.

"Now you know it is shameful?"

Timothy opened her hands widly to block Angela and she shouted towards the on-lookers.

“I dare not to live with someone as shameless as her."

The onlookers jeered...

"I dare not!"

"Who dares? Maybe they'll be killed if they fall asleep at night."

“She should spend the rest of her life in prison. Releasing them is a danger to the whole society?"

Angela clutched her torn uniform and stared directly at the arrogant and smug woman in front her.

"Why are you looking at me?"

Timothy tilted her chin slightly and poked her finger on Angela's shoulder, "Everyone is looking at you

right now. Just tell me, who did you hook up these days?

Jack?

John?

Or someone else?"

They already had girlfriends in the Dream Club, and maybe they were among the crowd right now.

Timothy was clearly picking a fight.

“You are talking nonsense!"

Angela tensed her spine, trying to ignore the unpleasant comments from the crowd, "Excuse me, I

need to go inside."

She was tired, both physically and mentally, and she really didn't want to play farce with Timothy

anymore.

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Timothy screamed, holding Angela back.

Angela was livid, her anger almost rushing out of her chest, "Timothy, don't go too far!"

Timothy tugged at her clothes and wouldn't let go, "I'll overdo it, and you can...... ouch!"

"Timothy you're really annoying!"

Angela threw the torn uniform at her head and kicked her to the floor, then casually grabbed the chair

behind the door and swung it around, smashing it down towards her head.

The blood instantly permeated the uniform covered over Timothy's head, blossoming a blood lotus the

size of a woman's palm, beautiful and compelling.

The crowd that was making a lot of noise seemed to mute, as if someone just pressed the Pause key.

Only Timothy was still cursing and glaring angrily at Angela.

Angela continued to swing her chair around like she hadn't heard anything.

Her appearance had been calm, but making people feel cold all over for no reason.

There were many onlookers, but no one came to stop her.

The blood spreading on the ground grew thicker and thicker, and the smell of blood was sickening.

Timothy no longer scolded, but begged Angela for mercy in a trembling and feeble voice, interspersed

with a few sharp cries of pain to the extreme, which were tingle to hear.

"You know I'm not a good person, so behave yourself and don't mess with me from now on."

Angela's legs hurt like hell and her stomach was spicy, but she'd been in prison for two years and the

pain was nothing to her.

She threw the chair away, crouched down, and removed the blood-soaked uniform covering Timothy's

head.

Timothy curled up on the ground. Her face was covered in blood and particularly hideous, but her eyes

were filled with fear and the viciousness she thought she had hidden deep.

"Did you hear what I said?"

Angela looked at her with downcast eyes. Knowing she wasn't convinced, Angela wasn't going to say

anything about it.

The world of prison and James told her that the weak was the prey of the strong and no one would pity

the weak.

Timothy shuddered and nodded, transparent tears washing away the blood on his face and quickly

mixed with it again.

"What’s so bustling?

Did I miss some activities?"

The languid, gorgeous female voice came through the crowd.

Angela's body stiffened, her mind buzzing with a blank.

She shouldn't have been so impulsive just now, she should hold back.

She stood up, and her body was unable to stop shaking.

If Gabriela told James about this... She licked her dry lips, not daring to think further.

The crowd automatically diverted to make way for Gabriela.

She walked to the door and laughed in exasperation as she saw the stained floor, "Who's so good at

beating people in the dorm?"

Angela's eyelashes quivered and she took a step forward. Her voice was a little hoarse because of not

drinkingthe water for so long, “I did this."

She got used to make no explanation.

"Gabri…Gabriela,"

Timothy cried and crawled up, "If you hadn't come, I would have been beaten... to death by Angela, this

kind of person...... can't ...... stay in the Dream Club, it's too... too dangerous......"

The others chimed in, yelling for Gabriela to fire Angela.